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NORWAY’S SNOWS 

TO 

EGYPT’S TREASURE-TROVE 


BY 

BEATRICE B. BERNHEIM 

Author of "impressions,” "America’s Great Northwest” 
and "Life’s Vagaries” 


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Dedicated 

TO THE MEMORY OF 

MY HONORED FATHER 

TRAVELER AND LINGUIST 


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CONTENTS 


LAKE DISTRICTS AND SCANDINAVIA 


Rural England .... 

Wales. 

The Lake Country . 
Grassmere Lake .... 

Scotland. 

Scottish Lakes .... 

Edinburgh . 

Norway. 

Molde. 

The Rainbow .... 
Twilight in the Fjords . . 

Aandalsnaes. 

The Submerged City . . 

Hellesylt Falls .... 

Hellesylt Falls to Merak . 
Olden to Leon .... 
Suphelle Glacier .... 

Balhomen. 

Bergen. 

Stockholm. 

The Gotha Canal 

Early Sunset on Lake Malar 

Evening Sunset .... 

Gotha Canal. 

Copenhagen ..... 
Rural Denmark .... 
The Black Forest . . . 

Tyrol. 


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CONTENTS 


PAGE 

Rheims.46 

En Route from Rheims to Soissons .... 47 
Rheims to Soissons.48 


THE MEDITERRANEAN CRUISE 


The Log. 

Madeira. 

The Coast of Portugal . 
Carnival at Algeciras . 
Gibraltar by Night . . . . 

Bleida and the Cascades . 
Arab Quarter of Algiers 

Algiers . 

Sunrise on the Mediterranean 

Tunis—Carthage. 

Naples. 

Rural Egypt. 

The Nile Country . 

Star Reflections on the Nile 
Second Day on the Nile 

Kom Ombo. 

Third Day on the Nile . . . 

Luxor and Surroundings . 

Karnak Temple. 

The Colossi of Memnon 
Cairo and Surroundings . . 

Jerusalem and Surroundings . 

The Dead Sea. 

Mount Olympus. 

Constantinople. 

Athens. 

Palermo. 

Taormina. 

Nearing Mount Etna . . 

Syracuse . 

Girgenti . 

Florence . 

Piza . 

Piza to Genoa. 



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Sphinx and Pyramid. Frontispiece u 

FACING PAGE 

Twilight in the Fjords—Norway .... 22 

Interior—Norway.27 

Gotha Canal—Sweden.40 

Arab quarter—Algiers.65 

Temple of Aman—Karnak.91 

Acropolis—Athens.101 

Greek Theatre—Syracuse.108 









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RURAL ENGLAND 


RURAL ENGLAND 

Interesting English villages, 

With tiny crowded streets, 

Wee, vine-covered cottages 
With blooming gardens sweet; 
Hollyhocks and roses, 

Daisies, poppies fair 
In the distance—on the hills 
Oaks and elms and yew trees rare. 
In all my travels here and there, 

At home, in foreign lands, 
England’s trees surpass them all 
So big, and full, and grand. 

The country’s charming hillsides, 

The fields laid out in squares 
Wheat and oats are ripening, 

Cattle grazing everywhere. 

Quaint old English churches 
With churchyards centuries old 
Many inns and taverns 

Where signs are brought out bold. 

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RURAL ENGLAND 


Here's an old-time window, 

There’s, a moss-grown well, 

Here’s a wayside sign-post 
Which seems to wish us well. 

Many low thatched cottages 
All in Queen Ann style, 

Gabled roofs and dormer windows 
From which ’oft peeps 
Some charming child. 

Roadways perfect, vistas grand 
Herds of sheep in pasture land. 

We can understand the poet 
Who wished here to return 
And die amongst these peasant folk, 
Life’s vanities to spurn. 

We’re drawing near to Oxford, 

The famous college town. 

With many chapels interesting 
Where men have won renown. 

The buildings are in Gothic style 
Containing much of art; 

In England’s education 
It has played a glorious part. 


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WALES 


WALES 

Into the picturesque mountains of Wales 
Ragged and rocky and grey. 

Potdam Lake we now behold 
Moving us with its calm to-day, 

Perched on high, the grey watch towers 
Built in feudal times. 

Quaint Welsh homes with knockers of brass, 
Quarries and great coal mines 
In Cannovan, the castle, 

Where the Black Prince was born 
Fine carved Gothic gateways 
In the middle of the town. 

Conway with its great stone walls 
And towers round about 
After which the great Welsh hills 
On the blue sea look out. 

We sit and dream of days of yore 
When Lords and Ladies by the score 
Did often pass this self-same way 
With merriment made all things gay. 

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THE LAKE COUNTRY 


THE LAKE COUNTRY 

Shrewsbury having brought forth Darwin, 
Whose theories were mocked and decried 
Romney made Kendal famous 

Conniston where Ruskin lived and died. 

Grassmere which sheltered Wordsworth 
(A poet of no mean fame) 

Windemere Lake so beautiful, 

Its charms put others to shame. 


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GRASSMERE LAKE 


GRASSMERE LAKE 

Dull-faced moon o’er looking Lake 
Twilight shadows falling round 
Velvet hills so soft in gloaming 
Cattle grazing on fertile ground. 

Ranges of hills the water surrounding 

Here on the shore, camp fires burn bright 

Our boat glides along—no sound save the 
water, 

A stillness which thrills us this midsummer 
night. 

Behind distant mountains the moon is now 
peeping, 

As if to keep watch on the mortals of earth. 

The sheep are yet wandering o’er far away 
island, 

Without wondrous nature, trivial the 
worth. 


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SCOTLAND 


SCOTLAND 

Like stones in the distance 
Covering the hillside 

Are the sheep quietly grazing 
Coming from far and wide. 

Soft, fleecy, white sheep 
With black heads and legs; 

When sheared of their wool 
For mercy they beg. 

The wealth of this country 
Lies in these Spanish sheep! 

While acres of grain 

Form a picture complete. 


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SCOTTISH LAKES 


SCOTTISH LAKES 

Now through the shrubs a wondrous view. 

It is the famous Ben Venue! 

Wild, restless waters—wooded isles, 

Soft beauteous hills seen many miles. 
Baumacher-ford now comes to view 

Where Fitz James fought with Roderic 
Dhu. 

A short way hence is Lake Katrine 
Such charms as hers are seldom seen. 

Our hearts a’throb, our eyes intent 
Lomond we spy, and feel content. 

Her mountains high, her hills and vales, 

Her rushing streams make all else pale. 
Such crags and knolls and mountains high. 

(Their tall, dark peaks do kiss the sky.) 
Soft willows o’erhanging shore 

While green fern, banks do overpour. 

The streams glide through their rocky beds. 

Much witchery o’er us now is shed. 

The tiny cots—the flowers fair. 

These parts show panorama rare. 

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EDINBURGH 


EDINBURGH 

Here the spirit of the past now seizes us, 
While we seem to return to the days 
When Mary was Queen of the Scots 

And the famous Mrs. Siddons gave plays. 
We wander around the palace 
Where Mary spent many a year 
And think of the plots and counter-plots 
And the murder of Rizzio drear. 

Then her tragic end is brought to our vision 
again 

And the sermons preached by Sir John 
Knox 

Her character to change. 

We view the stately Parliament Hall 
Where the great Montrose was tried. 
Then enter the famous Library 
Sir Walter Scott’s great pride. 

The Waverly manuscripts are here 
And the Holy Covenant signed. 

We’re told of the anointing of the kings 

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EDINBURGH 


Even from Bruce’s time. 

In Princess Park surrounded by flowers 
Stands a spire great and tall 

In which sits great Sir Walter 
Calmly overlooking all. 

Then “St. Giles,” “Grey Friars,” 

(With its queer old tombstones there.) 

Grandest of all the castle 
Perched high up in air. 

Its turrets and its battlements 
Of smoky, dark grey stone 

Even the Grecian buildings 

On the Grampion hills do loom. 

A short excursion brings us 
To Abbottsford so dear, 

Viewing Sir Walter’s house and grounds 
Where he lived for many a year. 

Melrose Abbey—a ruin now, 

But whose beauty still stands forth! 

Dryborough Abbey the resting place 
Of the “Wizard of the North!” 







NORWAY 


NORWAY 

Rocky, rugged coast of Norway 

Spray dashed cliffs and barren shores 
Angry clouds the mountains bordering 
Scenic beauty in fjords. 

Hill on hill of dark green velvet. 

Tiny hamlets perched on sides, 
Norsemen’s fishing-boats surround us 
Hardy sailors and good guides. 

Snow atop of yonder mountain 
Forms a path on hillside fair: 

Cloud now resting on the high peak 
Seems a form from heaven there. 
Now we see Hornellen towering 
Many glaciers on his sides 
Then come dashing waterfalls 
Plunging headlong in the tide. 


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Now rocky mountains verdure clad 
Thrown in the waters here. 


























MOLDE 


MOLDE 

Dark snow mountains, 

Forbidding and barren, 

Near-by charming Molde, 

A town rather modern. 

Gaily colored roofs, 

Gardens with roses, 

A '‘kirk” on the hillside 
Where fine picture reposes. 

Altar piece by Axel Ender 
(The angel, his wife.) 

In the throes of the white plague 
She did forfeit her life. 

The painter’s success with this picture 
So o’er-powered him 

That, strange to relate, extreme 
Madness now seized him. 

Another example of Fate’s strange decree 

We live and we die by pre-shaped destiny. 

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THE RAINBOW 


THE RAINBOW 

Between yon distant mountains 
A rainbow fair is seen 
A reminder of God’s promise 
In violet, orange, blue and green. 
It fades away into the air 
As quickly as it came; 

But e’en unto eternity 
His promise will remain. 


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TWILIGHT IN THE FJORDS 


TWILIGHT IN THE FJORDS 

A golden orb midst granite walls 
Whilst sea-gulls hover near 
Now rocky mountains verdure clad 
Thrown in the waters here. 
Another turn—a hillside green 
With cultivated farms 
The hay is stacked in terraces 
So rain can do no harm. 

Now we behold a bee-hive hill 
And then of granite stone a mass 
Which seems to tower to heaven 
And mock us as we pass. 

The air is crisp and cold to-night. 

Ten-thirty is the time, 

Yet daylight never seems to wane. 
These twilights are sublime! 


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AANDALSNAES 


AANDALSNAES 

We start in the pony carts 
On this novel inland drive 
And watch the peasants 
Ploughing the fields 
Which they do with zest and pride. 

Blue-bells bordering the way. 

Wild roses and buttercups near 
Daisies, columbine and clover 
With dark maroon-honeysuckle here. 

King, Queen and Bishop towering above 
While Rauna River runs below 
Whose glacial waters of opal green 
Are ever fed by snow. 

Romsdalshorn and Troldtinder 
Like giants old and hoary 
While on the left—-the Witches Peaks 
Whose shapes confirm their story. 


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THE SUBMERGED CITY 


THE SUBMERGED CITY 

In days gone by—in Norangsdal 
(Near twenty-five years ’tis said) 

A landslide came, which formed a dam 
And changed the river bed. 

It then became a mountain lake 
And quite submerged the town 
Now gazing ’neath the waters clear 
On foundations we look down. 

Mountains tower along the way 
The streams rush madly on. 

A sea-gull’s here ’tho’ miles from sea. 

Canst tell how and why it came? 
Perchance ’twas charmed by beauties here. 

For in these wilds it has no fear. 

Deep in these lovely valleys 
We spy some tiny shelters, 

The maidens come to milk the cows 
In fair, mild summer weather. 

They place it in the great, tin cans 
And cool it by the stream. 

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THE SUBMERGED CITY 


They’re hardy, fair and ruddy. 

We wonder if they dream 
Of life as we have spent it 
Amidst the noise and din 
Of our great populous cities 
Where nothing is serene. 


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HELLESYLT FALLS 


HELLESYLT FALLS 

Hellesylt Falls, so snowy white 
Rushing onward in thy flight, 
Rushing headlong to the sea 
Rushing, roaring in great glee, 
Changed from snowy foam so white 
To salt brine in thy wild flight. 
Like thy mad race waters white, 

So do mortals rush through life, 
Finding when the goal is near 
Ofttimes disappointment drear. 


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HELLESYLT FALLS TO MERAK 


HELLESYLT FALLS TO MERAK 

In and out of these rocky walls 
We quietly wend our way. 

The sea like glass—reflections here 
Dark green, light green and grey 
Now we come to fairyland 

This spot so beauteous seems. 
Fast trickling runs and waterfalls, 
Merak’s charms upon us beams. 

I’ve often wished as I do now, 

I had an artist been 
To place with paints upon a screen 
These huge, dark mounts— 

These hills of green. 


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OLDEN TO LEON 


OLDEN TO LEON 

A panorama we espy 
Of scenic beauty far and wide. 
The grey roofed cots 
The farms on hills, 

The hay wired high, 

The running rills, 

The mountains grim 
With fields of snow, 

The distant glaciers, 

Falls below, 

The waters here 
Quite calm and green. 

All is as still 
As in a dream. 

Out on the bay 
A cliff juts far 
No ugly note 
This scene to mar. 


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SUPHELLE GLACIER 


SUiPHELLE GLACIER 

Sapphire blue domes of petrified foam 
What tale canst thou us tell ? 

What caused this change in chaos times? 

Great cold upon this land befell. 

The mighty river froze, as if by magic wand. 

And although lifeless now it seems, 

Tis moving e’er by unseen hand. 





BALHOMEN 


BALHOMEN 

Here beauty and comfort do reign supreme 

Soft, hazy air and the calm makes one dream, 

Of the Viking days when King Bele held 
sway; 

His strong arm in bronze seems to rule e’en 
to-day. 

The rose gardens and villas bring the artists 
delight 

The maidens weaving rugs vari-colored and 
bright 

Lend charm to this spot nestled close to the 
hill, 

We loiter and linger, and would fain linger 
still. 


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BERGEN 


BERGEN 

Extending from sea line to mountain, 

This charming Norse city we view. 

Its ancient buildings more interesting 
Than anything modern or new. 

A shop of the Hanseatic League, 

Converted into a Museum 
With furniture, relics, and cupboard beds 
And sea-weed mattresses to lie on. 

Just outside the door is the fish-market queer 
With quantities swimming in tanks, 

The trawlers large, coming in from the sea 
Deposit them here on the banks. 

A beautiful drive leads to Fantoft Church, 
A shrine of Viking days, 

Ancient architecture, no windows at all, 

On decorations and pictures with wonder 
we gaze. 

The park fairly filled with beauteous flowers; 
The music’s soft strains lend charm to these 
bowers. 


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STOCKHOLM 


STOCKHOLM 

We gaze on the beautiful mermaid 
Mentioned in Clement’s time 
Her blood mingled here with the waters 
Gives a roseate hue sublime. 

At that time the “homes in the streams” 
Were quite unimportant and small. 

Now the buildings which loom all around 
Enchant, enrapture, enthrall. 

The castle is here just before us. 

She sits like a queen on a throne. 

The Malar flows on far below her, 

Looming above is the church’s golden dome. 
Vari-colored flowers in profusion we see. 
Prince’s feather, carnation, rose and sweet- 
pea. 

We ride on the steamer to many resorts; 
The scenes are entrancing, when oft times 
she darts 

In and out twixt the islands, and beautiful 
homes, 


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STOCKHOLM 


A glimpse here of fairy-land; where are 
the gnomes ? 

We leave with regret, this “North Venice” 
fair, 

We’re charmed and enthralled by every¬ 
thing here; 

The art and the music, with opera house grand 
Will leave loving memories of this Swed¬ 
ish land. 


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THE GOTHA CANAL 


THE GOTHA CANAL 

Our boat glides along Lake Malar so clear 
Green wooded hills on either side. 

Villas charming and factories large 

Queer fishing boats with scoop-nets wide 
At times we’re out on the Baltic’s arm. 

Again in a space so small 
One feels afraid as through it he glides 
The boat will scrape the great stone wall. 
Altho’ the clouds hang low to-day, 

And the heavens are filled with a silvery 
sheen 

There’s sunshine within the hearts of all, 
From the quiet, the calm, the beauty serene. 
The settlers over on yonder shore 
With stacks of timber, row on row 
The well tilled fields, the farms so neat, 
Industrious thrift does Sweden show. 


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EARLY SUNSET ON LAKE MALAR 


EARLY SUNSET ON LAKE 
MALAR 

The grey clouds hover in the sky 
With lining silver blue: 

An opening through the clouds is seen 
The sunlight’s bursting through: 

A silver stream betwixt the isles 
All other sights concealing 
Far on the distant horizon 

Through purple doors, pure gold revealing. 


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EVENING SUNSET 


EVENING SUNSET 

8 p. M. 

A ruby sky above the isles 
The evening shadows falling 
The soft green hills with verdure filled. 

The songster to his mate is calling, 

The water’s calm gives soothing balm 
Soon all the earth’ll be dreaming. 

We’re safe e’en here, for God is near 
When sleeping or awaking. 


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GOTHA CANAL 


GOTHA CANAL 

In dreamland we are gliding 
Along the beautiful canal. 

The trees reflected on either side, 

The endless farms, the wheat stacked high 
Shall soon bear richest harvest 
To all this fertile land 
The well-fed cattle loitering. 

The milk-maids here with pail in hand 
To furnish us with richest cream: 

We glide along as in a dream. 

The tiny, crimson cottages with 
Roofs so neatly tiled. 

The curtained windows filled with plants 
While here and there a happy child 
Runs out to see the passing boat 
And greet us with a smile. 

Such scenes as these do feast our eyes, 

For many and many a mile. 

Roxen Lake lies far below 
Motala River comes to view, 

Estates with gardens and fruit-trees 
Each twist brings beauties ever new. 

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COPENHAGEN 


COPENHAGEN 

Copenhagen (the merchants’ harbor), 

Is interesting to the extreme. 

Palaces, gardens, works of art, 

Thorvaldsen marbles and Royal porcelains; 
Churches, statues, lakes and parks 
With rose-hedges and numerous flowers. 
Ancient buildings with windows small. 

Lovely villas with rustic bowers. 

The Glyptoleket of splendid architecture, 
Which was given with all it contains, 
Marbles, bronzes, ceramics and pictures 
By brewer Jacobsen to perpetuate his name. 
Have lunch at the Yacht Club 
(Which overlooks the sea). 

Be charmed in the evening 
By the gardens of Tivoli, 

Dancers, music, side-shows and games! 

Electric lighting in colors, 

Fireworks, spouting flames! 


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RURAL DENMARK 


RURAL DENMARK 

Passing through this Danish country 
Our eyes are attracted to Mother Earth. 
Rich fields, well kept and fertile, 

Black soil, hardy plants, no dearth 
Of dark trees, great forests 
And windmills full in view, 

The neat low thatched-roof houses 
With duck ponds—not a few. 

You’ve heard of the Danish farmer 
With his wonderful butter and cream 
And you realize now his industry, 

And what this to England means. 

The dairy products of the British Isles 
Are supplied by these Danes 
And sent hundreds of miles. 

The Danes are not known for their beauty, 
But a hardy, healthy race 

Who having lost the riches of olden times, 
By industry and thrift with the world keep 
pace. 


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THE BLACK FOREST 


THE BLACK FOREST 

Nestled amongst these dark green hills 
So thickly wooded with trees, 

Beautiful views now greet the eye. 

Birds are singing in summer breeze. 
Villages with steeples towering high, 

The world seems peacefully reposing. 
Many peasants now we espy—gathering fruit 
Which this land is producing. 

Three mountain ranges—each back of the 
other 

Forming a picture quite grand. 

Serenity, calm and health-giving air, 
Impresses us most in this land. 

The people are busy—yea working like bees 
The fruits of the soil to procure. 

Most of these peasants tho’ friendly and kind 
Thro’ wars have had much to endure. 
Many semi-precious stones are found in these 
parts, 

The agate industry is located here, 

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THE BLACK FOREST 


Which stones must be fired for many a 
month 

Before the fine colors appear. 

A little further on, Frieburg we near 

The hillsides with grape-vines are covered, 
Harvest time comes—the grapes are pressed 
Into wine, which is stored in the cupboard 
Vast fields of vegetables, corn in the stalks, 
Grain which is quickly aripening 
Soft fleecy clouds—blue haze in air 

Lend charm at the approach of the evening. 


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TYROL 


TYROL 

Over the mountains and through the dells 
Quickly flows the Arne River, 

Massive peaks so bare and grey, 

Softest meadows under. 

High above, the mountaineer 
For his game is seeking 
In the evening cheer to bring 
To his loved ones waiting. 

Sitting by the chalet door 
Are the bridal pair 
Like two turtle-doves are cooing, 

He so sturdy, she so fair. 

They’re speaking of the future 
And what it holds for them. 

They gaze up at the castle, 

Almost beyond their ken 
Their hopes are pitched to heights like this. 

They turn, eyes meet, then seal with kiss. 
A peaceful, happy, blissful life, 

We wish this bridal pair 
As pure as yonder Alpine snow, 

As care-free as the birds in air! 

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RHEIMS 


RHEIMS 

War, relentless war, tore thy roofs asunder; 

Thy happy homes a sightless mass, 
Broken windows, stones piled high, 

Mounds of brick and mortar. 

For centuries the cathedral, 

Containing much of art, 

Now the headless, armless statues 
In this scene play quite a part. 

Overhead the clear blue sky, 

Around green trees and clinging vines 
Nature’s indications show 

Life within this place sublime; 

Man’s work by man destroyed 
In bitter hatred—with much pain. 

May heaven grant our earnest prayer 
By man’s great power, rebuilt again! 


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EN ROUTE FROM RHEIMS TO SOISSONS 


EN ROUTE FROM RHEIMS TO 
SOISSONS 

Hill 108 

White chalk defenses of dugouts and 
trenches 

Holes hundreds of feet in depth 
And width from exploded mines, 

The Aisne River crossing here 
Separates Hill 108 from 
The Hindenburg lines. 

Mile on mile of these white trenches, 

Row on row of soldiers’ graves, 

Every cross appears an angel 
Wings outstretched—erect the head. 


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RHEIMS TO SOISSONS 


RHEIMS TO SOISSONS 

Towns a mass of debris 
Trenches are in sight 
Fort far off in distance 
Dugouts near us quite 
Farms are now downtrodden 
All the land looks dead, 

Naught of beauty greets the eye, 

Save the blue of heaven o’erhead. 
Russian graves on roadside, 
Underground hospitals near 
Think of many manly fellows 
Sick and dying carried here. 

Goda. woods is now before us 
Where first deadly gas was used. 
All the laws of valorous warfare 
By this means were much abused. 
Cemeteries by the roadside, 

Lines of crosses, row on row, 
White for French and 
Black for German, 

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RHEIMS TO SOISSONS 


Selfsame pathway did they go? 

Fight they did—their valor proving, 
Some for right and some for wrong 
All for country and their loved ones 
Ever told in tale and song. 

The trees along these battle lines 
Like great, black spectres seem. 
They’re charred and lifeless from the gas 
Like phantoms in a dream. 

Hundreds of pretty towns 
By shot and shell removed. 

Only concrete walls remain 

Here, “War is Hell ” is proved. 

Wire entanglements to hold them back 
War’s terrors all they brave, 

Look down, oh Lord, on hillsides, 

And hallow soldier graves! 


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THE MEDITERRANEAN 

CRUISE 


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THE LOG 


THE LOG 

We’re steaming for the Orient, 

Each and all on pleasure bent, 

Anxious of all the sights to tell 

Where all these various nations dwell. 

Madeira a flower garden rare, 

Lisbon on Tagus perched in air; 

Cadiz walled on Lewis Isle, 

Seville whose people ever smile. 

Granada with gardens and waterfalls, 
Alhambra's beautifully decorated walls. 

Gibraltar the British fortress of flowers 
High above, its batteries and towers. 

Algeciras the Spanish seaport town, 

Peace conference here—gardens renowned. 

Tangiers on Africa’s rooky shore, 

Dusky Moors and Mosques galore. 

Algiers where past and present meet, 

Snake charmers and peddlers in public 
streets. 

Tunis being to Carthage near, 

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THE LOG 


With ruins interesting, atmosphere clear. 
Egypt the land of enchantment and charm 
Marvelous imperishable monuments in 
stone. 

Alexandria its former capital 

Overawes us and casts its witching spell. 
Cairo interesting to the extreme 

Minarets and towers—we seem in a dream. 
Haifa east of Galilee Sea 

In former times a Greek colony. 
Constantinople a city of beauty and charm 
Which we hope to enter without alarm. 
Athens with architectural treasures and art 
Gives many a thrill ’ere we depart. 

Its Temple of Theseus, Acropolis with Par¬ 
thenon 

Gives much food for thought—joy to gaze 
upon. 

Palermo, Sicily’s interesting city 

We’re charmed by its roses—oft by a ditty 
Which is wafted along by the evening breeze 
Music intensified by rustling palm trees. 
Naples the city of “hearts and flowers” 


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THE LOG 


Narrow stepped streets and high church 
towers. 

Monaco modeled with princely grace 

Its attractions and charms no time can 
efface. 


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MADEIRA 


MADEIRA 

A rest for the gulls of the sea 
A flower garden fair 
Birds of vari-colored plumage 
A veritable paradise here. 

The people simple and kind 
Eager to earn the smallest sum 
For tedious work so beautiful. 

They sell us their fine wine. 

Just here where nature’s bountiful 
The flora is superb. 

Thousands of specimens of rare plants 
We readily observe. 

Red poinsettia and bougainvillea 
All tropical plants of rarest hue 
Roses, heliotrope, and blood red japonicas, 
Great hybiscus and bells of blue. 

Camelias, violets and hyacinths, 

Palms in profusion—Japan-plums here, 
Bananas and pineapples growing as shrubs 
Calla and Easter -lilies blooming and fair. 
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MADEIRA 


The market amidst by-ways, 
The donkeys with their load 
Give scope for the artist 
On this hilly abode. 

When later our ship 
Glides quietly to sea, 

We’ll wave an “adieu” 

To the lion guarding thee. 

He crouches on the rock 
As if us to tell 
That from now to eternity 
He will guard thee quite well. 


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THE COAST OF PORTUGAL 


THE COAST OF PORTUGAL 

Afar we see a long grey line 
Of coast dashed by white spray 
The dull bleak mountains in the rear 
The gulls are seeking prey. 

The sea is dashing o’er the bar 
Which forms a line of foam 
Most beautiful to look upon, 

In distance stands the home. 

Of many a Portuguese mariner. 

The light-house now looms near 
With forest surrounding on all sides; 
Green hills do now appear. 

Our ship glides on 

The trees in clumps we view, 

A landscape beautiful now unfolds 
Our interest to renew. 

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THE COAST OF PORTUGAL 

Lisbon at last in stateliness 
Looms in the distance here 

She greets us with a smile today 

The breeze lends crispness to the air. 

Far up on hill the dead do lie 
So peacefully in sleep. 

The proud sail-boats flit gaily by, 

The sun through clouds now slyly peeps. 

Her people are a simple crowd 
They do their tasks—ne’er tarry, 

The women venders of the fish 

Huge baskets on their heads do carry. 

The water-carriers oft seen here 
At wells about the town 

Form picture rare of bygone days— 
Rebecca’s here in soft grey gown. 


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CARNIVAL AT ALGECIRAS 


CARNIVAL AT ALGECIRAS 

Seated at tea in the gardens, 

Listening to music sweet, 

Played by the band in the parlor 
Also by strollers from street. 

Carnival reigning throughout sunny Spain, 
All is jolly and gay, 

Confetti and flowers showered by night 
Laughter and frolic by day. 

Students of medicine from College at Cadiz, 
Gowns black, caps-velvet rare; 

Guitars tied with the colors of Spain, 

Playing to ladies fair. 

Airs of all countries 
Given with great glee, 

From England’s shores 
To the “land of the free.” 


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GIBRALTAR BY NIGHT 


GIBRALTAR BY NIGHT 

With its thousands of eyes 
Of strong blazing lights 
Like myriads of stars 

Shining bright in the night 
Eyes everywhere—east, 

North, south and west 
England’s vigil to keep— 

So we peacefully rest. 


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BLEIDA AND THE CASCADES 


BLEIDA AND THE CASCADES 

Through Arabian villages interesting 
We quickly make our way 
Passing turban-tunic folk 
On this brilliant day. 

Some on overburdened donkeys, 

Others with their staff, 

Little children trudging onward 
Never with a laugh. 

Serious faces very saintly 
Calm and quite serene 
Bringing years long past to present 
All as in a dream. 

Bleida quaint with curious market 
Beggars on the step 
Satisfied with copper pennies 
(The urchins are a pest) 

They leave us never 
Wandering after 
As Pied Piper of Hamlin 

First a few and then great numbers 

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BLEIDA AND THE CASCADES 

Prattling, prattling—fat and thin. 

Later on, to Chiffa go we 
Through the country doubly blessed, 

Past deep gorges, by snow mountains 
Land most fair by nature kissed. 

Here the cunning monkeys greet us 
Coming down from mountain side 
By a call they seem to know well— 
Walking stately with much pride. 

Were we like them in past ages? 

Were our brains so immature? 

Who can tell?—we pass the question: 
None can be of this quite sure. 

Sprightly, lithe, barefoot and slender 
Are the mud-bedraggled fellows 
Ever wandering on the roadways 
Lined by orchards of many yellows. 

Herd of sheep and even donkeys 
Passing ever to and fro. 

Goats for purposes of milking 
Driven slowly in a row. 

Snow peaked mountains ever with us 
Cooling atmosphere around. 

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BLEIDA AND THE CASCADES 


Almond trees with blossoms laden 
Charming pictures here are found. 

Now flat landscape is before us 
Distant mountains fading seem 
Heaven’s blue canopy above us 
Trees and grass so soft and green. 

Women grouped quite near together 
Keeping distance from the men, 

Long white robes and faces covered 
Only eyes are ever seen. 

Are they saintlier than we 
Escaping ever calumny? 


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Huddled together in hundreds 
Picture after picture we see. 







ARAB QUARTER OF ALGIERS 


ARAB QUARTER OF ALGIERS 

Huddled together in hundreds 
Picture after picture we see 
From vender to dancer and beggar 
To mother with baby on knee. 

Tiniest shops imaginable 

With wares abutting the street, 

Carpets and shawls, laces and rugs 
Uncovered, fly-bitten meat. 

Here is a rug weaving factory, 

All the work done by hand 
There is an outlet for Damascus brass 
With inlays of silver quite grand. 


Here is a vender of small cakes, 
There is a seller of bread 
Baskets of nuts always on hand. 
What is that under the shed? 

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ARAB QUARTER OF ALGIERS 


Market of vegetables and flowers 
Fruits from Sicily and Spain, 

Giving refreshment to all those 
Who in Algiers wish to remain. 

Oh, you beggars in rags, 

Who plead for “only a penny,” 

Which we scatter in glee to the crowd, 
Sorry we have not so many 

That will give this slight happiness 
To each one today, 

The pleasurable sight 
With us truly will stay. 


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ALGIERS 


ALGIERS 

As queen she lieth on the hills 
O’erlooking the Bay 
With sky so blue and air so crisp 
Great mountains far away. 

We have a wondrous painting here 
Which fainly we would keep 
In memory—aye for always 
Until we fall asleep. 

Its buildings in the Moorish style 
(Some truly as in France) 

The present and the past here meet 
As if us to entrance. 

The French stupendous task fulfilled 
To cleanse and purify 
The filth and languor of Arab life; 
We surely justify. 

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ALGIERS 


The hotels, gardens, stores and streets 
Are orderly and fine. 

The Mosques with hundreds at their prayers 
Bring us to thoughts divine. 

Their feet and hands are thoroughly cleansed 
Before they kneel in prayer. 

We ask if actions justify 

The scenes which now appear. 

’Tis answered no, they’re murderers 
And oft pick-pockets too, 

Their morals are the very worst, 

Alas! it is quite true. 

To elevate our thoughts, 

We to the country go, 

To view Botanic Gardens 
With all that live and grow. 

Olives and yuka, 

Magnolias and rubber, 

Palms and cactus, 

Sago and Palmetto. 

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ALGIERS 


They face the bay 

Which lends both joy and health 
To the shrubs here within 
To the poor—and of wealth. 


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SUNRISE ON THE MEDITERRANEAN 


SUNRISE ON THE MEDITERRA¬ 
NEAN 

Out of the depths of the ocean 
Far away to the East 
Comes a glare of golden light 
On which the eye could feast. 

A halo sent from heaven 
To illumine mother earth 
And add new beauties to the world 
Of which there is no dearth. 

Beyond yon distant sea line 
A magic city’s seen 
With golden halls and towers 
A golden lake between. 

We swiftly glide to find it 
But lo! we have our fears, 

For try as hard as might 
It quickly disappears. 

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SUNRISE ON THE MEDITERRANEAN 

’Tis then the sun arises 
Giving light to all 
A brilliant day has come to us 
Through ever glorious ball! 


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TUNIS—CARTHAGE 


TUNIS—CARTHAGE 

Tunis, the ancient city 

Quite far removed from sea 

Just on the Lake of Tunis 
Most interesting to see. 

The ancient Souks amaze us 
And also they amuse. 

We enter by the old stone gate 
(Star and crescent not removed). 

The shops are built in narrow streets 
Constructed in arcades 

With Moorish arches picturesque— 

An enclosure overhead. 

No sunshine ever enters here, 

And yet the light comes in. 

The pavements filled with grease and filth 
E'en ’tho the wares are clean. 

The nomads of the desert 
Have contributed their share 
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TUNIS—CARTHAGE 


They’ve made some wondrous ’broideries 
At which we gaze and stare. 

The coloring is so beautiful 
The workmanship so fine 

That we wonder at the taste displayed 
In days of ancient time. 

The leather workers here we see. 

The army of perfumers 

Jewelers and shoemakers too, 

Clever metal engravers. 

The slave market now appears 
Where often slaves were sold. 

What deeds were done in by-gone times 
For that yellow metal—gold! 

Here sit the scribes so useful 
To the people yet untaught. 

They pen the many letters 
With other persons’ thought. 

The turbanned folk come straggling on 
Shouting —their wares to sell. 

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TUNIS—CARTHAGE 


A picture in our memories 
Which will ever, ever dwell. 

Out of the Port of France 
To Carthage now we go 

And visit that ancient city 
Whose homes lie far below 

The surface of the earth 
And are being excavated. 

Intense interest we find here 
Is not exaggerated. 

Beautiful floors 

Of Mosaics—intact 

Lamps, water-jugs 

And everything in fact, 

From household utensils 
To statues distinguishable 

The mummified dead 
In sarcophagi of marble. 


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NAPLES 


NAPLES 

City of “hearts and flowers” 

Hearts that are good and kind. 

Flowers both beauteous and plentiful 
Colorings of every kind. 

Close to the sea we wander 
Watching the dancing waves, 

Listening to Neptune’s sonorous voice 
Which lures men on to their graves. 

The ancient Hague castle 

Which is now a mariners’ prison 

Imposing and fast in its base of sand 
As it was in its day of construction. 

One must see Naples in sunshine 
To realize the beauties there; 

Its waters of opaline colors, 

The azure blue of the air; 

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NAPLES 


Its crowded alley-ways, music and song, 

Its steps reaching up, far up 
Laughing urchins, dark-eyed girls, 

Its macaroni kitchens to sup, 

Entertain and bewilder with intense delight; 

Its villas with beautiful bowers 
Make us sit and dream, and dream again 
Of this city of “hearts and flowers.” 





RURAL EGYPT 


RURAL EGYPT 

Warmest sunshine, clear blue sky 
Fertile fields we’re passing by, 

Sheep and oxen, goats and cows 

With great humps, heads quite bowed. 
Sand huts like the adobe home, 

Land so rich with blackest loam. 

Camels ever bearing burdens 
Arabs with all foodstuffs laden, 

As strong tribes we quickly pass, 

Water’s drawn by wheels quite fast, 
Oxen, gamouse, camels tall, 

Perform this work, 

Strength never fails. 

Herds of sheep by riverside 
Caravans oft by us ride. 

Date palms tall and graceful stand 
Lending grace to this fair land. 

Black robed women, turbanned men 
Interest to this scene do lend. 

Distant towns with Mosques so high, 

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RURAL EGYPT 


Seem silhouetted against the sky, 
Antiquated ploughs with oxen, 
Scenic beauty never lessens, 

Bible pictures now we see 
Long staffed men gleaners in field. 

Strongly barred windows 
With doves perched there, 

A whispered word—they fly to air. 


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THE NILE COUNTRY 


THE NILE COUNTRY 

Soft hazy atmosphere, 

Air balmy and warm 
Water quite rippleless, 

We glide smoothly along. 
Banks fertile, ’tho flat 

With palm trees and shrubs 
Later they rise 
Showing sandhills above. 
Sandhills of limestone, 

Which was used in the building 
Of the imperishable monuments 
Which we shall find thrilling. 
Along the Nile’s banks 
Sit numberless Arabs 
Drawing slowly the water 
To irrigate the land. 

These hills are productive, 
Yielding three crops a year 
We see maize and wheat 
With lentils quite dear 

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THE NILE COUNTRY 


To the people’s hearts. 

They help to sustain them, 
Keep the wolf from the door 
Of many of these ranchmen. 
Just next to the water 
In patches we find 
They’ve planted water-melons 
Nile to nourish the vine. 

The people we find 
Live in tiny sand huts. 

Here and there an almond tree 
Bearing blossoms and nuts. 
Camels, gamouse-cows 
Sakia and Tambon 
Form pictures so great, 

We are loath to leave them. 
These poor people here 
Work ever on tithes 
Never owning the land, 

Quite with this satisfied. 
From generation to generation 
Things continue this way. 
Will it go on forever, 

Yea ever and a day? 

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THE NILE COUNTRY 


In the heighth of the noonday 
There’s warmth from sun here 
But when eventide comes, 
There’s cold in the air. 

These Arabs are strong 
And quite fleet of foot. 

Their wants are so small. 

Would this modern taste suit? 

On one side the mountains 
Are distant from shore; 

On other they’re upon us 
Yea, gaze on us here. 

Walled towns we pass ever 
Which seem to us say 

“We’ve kept out invaders, 

We will e’en to-day.” 

We yet glide along 
With the breeze still so balmy, 
The nomads ride on 
Yes, ever so calmly. 

Patches of vari-colored 
Poppies we view 
Will they help to form habit 
One should always eschew? 

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THE NILE COUNTRY 


We pass through the great 
Edfu Dam on our way 
And thus is completed 
This first perfect day. 


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STAR REFLECTIONS ON THE NILE 


STAR REFLECTIONS ON THE 
NILE 

Far into the night 

When all was still and resting 
Except our boat, which glided 
By the light of the silvery moon. 

I gazed upon the waters 

Which gave forth a reflection 
Like many golden rushes 
Arising from the stream. 

The stars of heaven reflected there 
Formed picture wondrous and rare. 


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SECOND DAY ON THE NILE 


SECOND DAY ON THE NILE 

Our day’s begun at Assuan 
At which place we arrive 
In small sail boats with oarsmen 
And Arab pilot guide. 

Water’s so shallow in places 
That difficulty is found 
And so those hardy rowers 

Wading—pull us from the ground. 
They call and pray to Allah 
Whom they surely ne’er forget 
Their solemn cries and chanting 
In our ears are ringing yet. 

After passing through the old Bazaars 
We mount our faithful donkeys 
And ride away to Philae 
Through hot and sandy country. 
When Philae is eventually reached 
By boat rowed by strong Nubians 
We see great Isis Temple old 

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SECOND DAY ON THE NILE 


Half way submerged in stream. 

The cause of the submersion 

Was the building of the Assuan Dam 
But Egypt’s benefits are great 
Through irrigating land. 


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KOM OMBO 


KOM OMBO 

When Kom Ombo is reached 
The great temple is visited 
Egypt’s history in tracery like scenes 
Is clearly depicted. 

Kohlil Mohammed (our Egyptian guide) 
Speaks and explains all 
With natural pride. 


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THIRD DAY ON THE NILE 


THIRD DAY ON THE NILE 

Again upon our donkeys we mount, 

The great Temple of Edfu to see. 

Its preservation is amazing 

Its construction three hundred b. c. 
Upon entering its great courts 
Verdi’s Aida is brought to mind 
We see Radames there 
(For Aida’s love was blind 
To all the dangers which beset him 
And which o’erpowered him in end). 
We seem to hear the solemn tones 
Which to this music, charm does lend. 
We climb six hundred steps to rampart 
To see the glorious view 
Of all the country round about 
Watching an Arab funeral too: 

Viewed from this great height 
The scene’s intensified 
Thousands of mourners standing round 
Wailing and chanting for him who died. 

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THIRD DAY ON THE NILE 


The great impression made on one 
Is the innate religious feeling 
Displayed by the Arab 

Which descends from father to son. 
Their life in the open brings them 
Near to nature’s heart 
God and nature in this vast world 
Play the finest part. 

The little Temple of Esna 
Built on a level with Nile 
Dedicated to Knome (ram-headed deity) 
Whose images were by Romans defiled. 

We sail again until set of sun 

Which looks glorious in the west 
The Nile appears as smooth as glass 
All nature soon will be at rest. 

The sun does lend a roseate hue 
To all this peaceful scene 
Egypt’s spell is on us 

We dream and dream and dream. 


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LUXOR AND SURROUNDINGS 


LUXOR AND SURROUNDINGS 

Kissed by Nile’s placid waters 
Blessed with a climate superb 
By ancient ruins surrounded 

Causing thrills which nothing can curb 
We drive far away through sandy wastes 
Into the Valley of Kings 
Onward to find the marvellous tombs 
Which ever great wonderment brings. 
Massive in structure 
In construction unique 
For to find the sarcophagi 
One would long have to seek. 

Long passageways 

Cut deep in the mountains 
Whose walls covered with inscriptions 
Too intricate for our conception. 

The worldly possessions 
Of these mighty Pharaohs 
Were buried here with them 
To remain with their souls. 

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LUXOR AND SURROUNDINGS 


When lately the tomb 

Of Tutkan-Hamen was opened 
All the world was spell-bound 
By the magnitude of possessions 
Golden vessels and furniture 
Ivory and alabaster 
Ornaments whose designs 

Only the Egyptians could master. 
Rameses, Amenhof, Seti and Hatasu 
And many other tombs 
Too numerous to walk through 
A marvellous conception 
By these ancient men 
But plans go awry 
And only from pen 

Can we decipher these walls, 
Whose surfaces are replete 
With their histories all. 


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The temple of Aman at Karnak 

Is a marvel of beautiful work and symmetric skill. 














KARNAK TEMPLE 


KARNAK TEMPLE 

The Temple of Arrian 
At Karnak—is a marvel 
Of beautiful work 
And symmetric skill. 

Its columns and statues 
Obelisks and Sphinx 
When seen by the moonlight 
Make us ponder and think 
What these men would now do 
Could they return here today 
And see the destruction 

Wrought by Romans in their day. 
We stand and we ponder, 

We look and we wait 
And ponder and wonder 
What will be our fate. 





THE COLOSSI OF MEMNON 


THE COLOSSI OF MEMNON 

Standing tall and erect 

On the site of ancient Thebes 
Make us gaze and reflect: 

Ancient Thebes is no more 
Being buried in dust, 

When gradually exhumed 
Will throw much light—we trust. 


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CAIRO AND SURROUNDINGS 


CAIRO AND SURROUNDINGS 

A European, Oriental city 

Is the impression which Cairo leaves 
The past here is carried to the present 
But a touch of Orientalism cleaves. 

The Museum (the abode of the mummies 
Taken from the tombs of the Kings) 
The sarcophagi elaborately carved 

And numerous other interesting things: 
Household furniture, jewelry and rugs 
Finely carved boats with Nubian slaves 
It seems almost incredible 
To think of this treasure 
Being buried so long 

Now viewed with much pleasure. 

We visit the Coptic church 
Old synagogue and bazaars 
Tombs of the Manelukes, 

Citadel and Mosque of Omar 
Old Cairo, Island of Rodah 

Near which Pharaoh’s good daughter 

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CAIRO AND SURROUNDINGS 


Found Moses in the bullrushes 
Had him removed from the water. 
Many interesting mosques 

Scattered throughout this great city 
Are marvels of workmanship 
Beautiful in their entirety. 

To describe Sphinx and pyramids 
Would require ingenuity 
They would have to be seen 
To realize their immensity. 

The age of the Sphinx 
Has been ever unknown. 

Of four thousand years standing 
These pyramids of stone 
They’ve withstood the elements 
They’ve baffled the sages 
Let’s wish, hope and pray 
They may last for all ages. 


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JERUSALEM AND SURROUNDINGS 


JERUSALEM AND SURROUNDINGS 

Jerusalem (the Holy City) 

Where shall I begin 
To describe thy interesting sights 
Thy people, thy rattle and din? 

We hie us past many gates 
Including the great Damascus 
Crowded with peddlers and donkeys 
Camels both strong and vigorous. 

We view Mount of Olives 
Which is beautiful to extreme 
Past the valley of Jehosophat 
And Absolom’s tomb 
Through “sheep gate” we pass 
Then behold Mount Moriah 
Also “double” and “presentation gates” 
And fine Mosque of Arksa 
Solomon’s stables—Jewish quarter 
The Great Mosque of Omar 
The Jew’s wailing place 
The markets and bazaars 

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JERUSALEM AND SURROUNDINGS 


We drive to Zion City 
To view the new plans 
For housing the poor Jews 

Driven from other eastern lands. 

The tomb of the kings 

(Now used as a reservoir) 
Bethlehem—with Nativity Church 
Solemn Holy Sepulchre. 

Ascending Mount Zion 
Requiring vigor and vim 
To the Tomb of King David 
And great Saladin. 

The Mohammedans with their mosques 
The Jews with their past 
The Christians with their churches 
And many other enthusiasts 
Are living here in harmony 
Each performing his share 
Of the work to be done 
To make Palestine fair. 


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THE DEAD SEA 


THE DEAD SEA 

Sapphire blue sheet of water 
Azure blue atmosphere 
Blended with waters of Jordan 
Blue streaks and silver appear. 

The salt ne’er mixes with fresh water 
Each running its course alone 
The dull red background 
Of mountains of Moab 
Causes a start and almost a moan. 

Moses stood on one of these mountains 
Gazing far into promised land 

A land which he toiled for and dreamed 
of 

A land, yea, so near at hand; 

But not to be entered by leader 
Who died ’ere he reached the goal. 

No mortal knows where his grave is 
But peacefully rests his soul! 


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MOUNT OLYMPUS 


MOUNT OLYMPUS 

Gazing far over the ocean 

A wonderful sight we behold 
A mountain of snow 
Rises thousands of feet 
The sunset lends beauties untold 

The soft rosy light on its mountains of gold 
The purple-like haze at its base 

The violet-rose clouds hanging low in the 
sky 

Form a picture we ne’er would efface. 


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CONSTANTINOPLE 


CONSTANTINOPLE 

Constantinople, the city of mosques 
Sultans’ palaces with stately gardens 
Verily a horse-shoe set with brilliants 
When darkness rules the heavens. 

Omar Khayyam (the Arabian poet) 

Visited and wrote much here. 

A marvellous view from the Seraglio palace 
To inspire his thoughts so clear 
The embossed-silk carpet in the Kiosk near 
The ceiling of leather made 
The tombs of the sultans and all their kin 
The museum where Alexander is laid 
St. Sophia Mosque where six thousand can¬ 
dles burn 

The mosques of Achmed and Suliman 
The underground palace, the mosaic mosque 
The interesting sights near the Hippo¬ 
drome 

The American college overlooking the sea 
Where the youth of all nations is taught 

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CONSTANTINOPLE 


The ride through the Bosphorus quite to the 
Black Sea 

With interest and pleasure is fraught. 

We leave Byzantine watch-towers 
Leave minarets and bazaars 
Leave many beggared mothers 
Rendered widows by wars. 

We round Golden Horn 
Sail Sea of Marmora 
Through the great Dardanelles 
Into yEgean with sorrow. 







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ATHENS 


ATHENS 

To the right of the Sarnie Gulf 
The shore of Attica we see 
When entering harbor, leaving Salamis Gulf 
Bay of Elusius and “City of Mystery” 
Arising from the cream white hills 
Grecian architecture stands forth 
Unsurpassable in symmetry and design 
Inimitable in dignity forsooth 
Temple of Athena on Acropolis Hill 
A monument of four thousand years stand¬ 
ing 

Built of blocks of marble white 
Creamed by age and elements quite 
Divine in heavenly surroundings 

The Parthenon (only few columns re¬ 
maining) 

The Temple of Jupiter (graceful and true) 
Upheld by the caryatides of ancient days 
Whose movements of body ever more grace¬ 
ful grew. 





ATHENS 


The Acropolis Museum containing many 
works of art 

Saved from the ravages of time 
The Ionic Temple, Hippodrome, and The- 
sium 

Temple of Demetrius and Arch of Hadrian 
The colossal new Stadium 

Seating sixty thousand or more 
Theatre of Dionysius with names cut in 
stone 

Of men whose fame exists e’en today 

Monument to Lysikrates and Gateway 
Dipylon 

Cause us thrills and we wonder 
If we’re awake or if dreaming 

We’re lost in a maze 
Of rapturous feeling. 


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PALERMO 


PALERMO 

Embraced by the soft waters of Palermo 
Bay 

Fanned by the breezes from heaven 
Cooled by the palm-trees, graceful and tall 
Here nature her bounties has given. 
Charming gardens, rare shrubs, many flower¬ 
ing trees 

Acres of satsumas and lemons 
Gaily dressed mules, hand painted carts, 
Statues and beautiful fountains. 

Monreale lovely Cloisters, 

Catacombs of monks Capucini, 

Charming Zisa, Royal Palace, 

Cathedral, San Giovani. 

Golden Valley as seen from the garden of 
monks 

With Albanian and Greek villages charming 
'High mountains in background the sea far 
away 

Forms a landscape yea, truly alluring. 

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PALERMO 


La Favorita a former residence of King Fer¬ 
dinand 

Who over the Two Sicilies reigned 
It’s Chinese gardens, Pompeian and Bourbon 
rooms 

Which for works of art will always be 
famed. 

Montebello Greno so picturesque here 

Zisa, the Saracen Castle of old 
Count Tosca’s villa—now flora-culture 

school 

Cathedral of Palermo with treasures un¬ 
told 

Will ever remain on memory graven 

Sicily’s fair land gives one glimpses of 
heaven. 




TAORMINA 


TAORMINA 

Taormina thou art lovely I 

High above the deep blue sea 
Etna gazing in his glorious 

Snow-white robes admiring thee. 
Ancient ruins are before us 

Greek and Roman theatres stand 
E’en the broken columns greet us 
Graceful arches are at hand. 

Streets now sloping down to water 
Steps on steps we e’er descend 
Vineyards staring in the distance 

Flowers and fruit much rapture lend. 
Altho’ quite encased in snow 
Etna thou art ever warm 
Mist arising from thy summit 
Causes rapture—not alarm. 

Thou art blamed for Messina’s fall 
(Under earth and under sea) 

E’en this does not cool our ardor 
Admiring gaze still rests on thee. 

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NEARING MOUNT ETNA 


NEARING MOUNT ETNA 

Etna the king of the mountains 
Robed in ice and snow 
Veiled with the mists of the heavens 
Sandled with grasses below. 

On his summit a great round citadel 
Which ever emits grey clouds 
Of smoke, as from mighty furnace, 

Of his efforts he seems quite proud. 
Nearer and nearer we come 
To this mountain great and tall 
Snow pyramids, ice hills, glaciers wide, 

But ice-walled-cone o’er-tops them all. 
When setting sun paints Etna pink 
Our senses ’oft pulsate 
We see the rose-pink steam arise 
The snow now looks like slate. 

When night comes on thou’rt grander still 
Emitting tongues of fire 
Vulcan at his furnace works 
Showing plain his ire. 

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NEARING MOUNT ETNA 


Miles on miles of lava beds 
We see on thy left side 
The infernal regions come to view 
A scene one to inspire. 


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SYRACUSE 


SYRACUSE 

A Corinthian colony was founded 
By Achias, near the marsh of Syraco 

From which Syracuse derived her name 
Over twenty six hundred years ago. 

Museum with marble statue of Aphrodite 
And great head of Zeus (both works of 
art) 

Cathedral (formerly Greek Temple of 
Athena) 

Whose wonderful columns, in reconstruc¬ 
tion formed part. 

Latonie Paradiso containing ear of Dionysius 
Whose musical echo holds one spell-bound 

The great Greek theatre seating thirty thou¬ 
sand persons 

Whose beauty of situation can rarely be 
found 

Ara the great altar where IErone King of 
Syracuse 

Slew nine thousand victims in only one 
day 

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The great Greek Theatre seating thirty thousand persons 
\\ hose beauty of situation can rarely be found. 










SYRACUSE 


Latione of Capucini (a military prison) 

Great castle of Eryolus as seen far away, 
Greek fountain of Arethusa, (growing pa¬ 
pyrus) 

Tomb of Archimedes, which was also his 
home 

Temple of Diana, and bath of Venus 

Great Rome Amphitheatre and vast cata¬ 
combs. 

Coupled with blue bay and verdure so green 
Give rapture untold—in memory we dream. 


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GIRGENTI 


GIRGENTI 

Gazing at dusk from my window 
At this wonderful scene before me 
These picturesque hills with the sea surround¬ 
ing 

And the silvery sky just o’er me 
I see the great Greek Temples 

’Midst their beautiful setting of trees 
Junone-Iacinia and Concordia 

Diana, Castor and Pollux, Zeus, and Her¬ 
cules. 

The walls of Sacred Valley lie before us 
Which show us the way they trod 
To the great sacrificial altars 

Where their souls made their peace with 
God. 

We think of the centuries past 

When Greece played a mighty part 
In the art and beauty of the world 

All their lives with grace were fraught. 

A beautiful religion they had 

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GIRGENTI 


With their many gods and goddesses 
But horrible crimes were committed 

In its name by high-priests and priestesses. 
Human blood flowed in streams 
To appease the gods 
Men and women were merely slaves 
On this beautiful earth of ours. 

Only these great monuments remain 
Old Greece has been laid in the dust 
The worship of idols has past 
Now only in God we trust. 


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FLORENCE 


FLORENCE 

Mother of sculpture beauty and art 

Having nurtured world renowned men: 
Petrarch in letters, Botticelli in art 
Dante the poet, immortal in fame. 
Mascagni in music, Giotto so great, 

Gilandeo in art-fame his brother, 
Boccaccio the poet, Machiavelli the statesman, 
Amerigo Vespucci the Italian navigator. 
Donatello the sculptor, Della Robia—in¬ 
imitable 

Michael Angelo who will live as long as 
our earth, 

Cellini, the goldsmith, Albertinelli—the artist 
Guido the discoverer of musical notes. 
Leonardo de Vinci and Andrea del Sarto 
Then Fra Lippo Lippi who loved the 
sweet nun 

Masaccio, Michelin, and numerous others 
Whose fame will remain until setting of 
sun. 

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FLORENCE 


Our thrills are intense as we view their great 
works 

And a feeling of placing a halo ’oft lurks. 

The Plazzo Vechio (a former ducal palace) 

The Cathedral, Baptistry, and Tower with 
bells 

Tombs of the Medici, with Michel Angelo’s 
“Night and Morning” 

These past glories of Florence oft make 
our hearts swell. 

Early in the morning when the vesper bells 
do ring 

And the river rushing madly by our win¬ 
dow loudly sings 

While the sunshine gazing gaily with rapture 
through the haze 

Our adjectives are lacking—we’re thrilled, 
we’re charmed, we’re dazed. 





PIZA 


PIZA 

The birth place of Pisano who designed 
Duomo Square 

Containing the cathedral with art treasures 
rare 

Paintings by del Sarto and Perrin de Varga 
Byzantine mosaics, and statues by John 
Bologna 

The tower which leans, but never falls 
Built of carara-marble white 
It stands two hundred feet in air 
Its mellow bells delight 
The ear, its carvings charm the soul, 
Pisano’s work is very great, 

But here he’s reached the goal! 

The Campus Santo like a cloister built 
A marvel in architecture 
Its walls adorned with frescoes fine 

Depicting the beginning—and the here¬ 
after. 





PIZA TO GENOA 


PIZA TO GENOA 

From Piza to Genoa we ride through the 
mountains 

With high towns above and villages below. 

The fruit trees in blossom—the shrubs are 
fast budding 

Behind, the grey peaks are white covered 
by snow 

The fast crumbling houses—bird cages at 
door 

The barns with thatched roofs and hay 
stacks galore 

The peasants with large trays of bread on 
their heads 

The great marble quarries, as seen just 
ahead 

The vineyards now smiling at the vintage to 
come 

And the farmer smiles too at the work he 
has done 

The fields tilled and planted shows industry 
here 





PIZA TO GENOA 


The heavens so blue, the atmosphere clear. 

The great river beds are often quite dry 
The arched bridges crossing them a feast 
to the eye. 

We cut through the dark mountain tunnels so 
long, 

Then come to the sea with boats gliding 
along 

The Italian Riviera is before us at last 
Its witching blue waters its spell on us 
casts. 

The picturesque villages with modern hotels 
Gay green-blinded-villas—many gardens 
with wells 

The hot beds (for forcing)—high state of 
cultivation 

Leads one to indorse Italy’s progress as a 
nation. 


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